Lion Head Mesa Or reasons why I'm alright

the wayward hemet was escorted quickly into pharaoh's throne room. he was not alone but with his jewel; jawahir groomed his shining white pelt with slow strokes of their tongue.
when sokha appeared before him, ramesses did not dismiss his gemstone. 
"in your absence, a new priestess has chosen Hathor as her patronness." his eyes were dangerously interested. "where did you go, my little sand serpent?"